by Alvin Tagle
Leaving Japan is akin to a heartbreak, at least for me. When you leave someone, you do your darn best to forget and move on to your new reality. So I tried to avoid anything that connected me to a country which was home for 15 years. Otherwise, I risk triggering a momentary bout of depressing mental block that wrecks my day. So that means no manga, no Jeepney Press on FB, no Terrace House on Netflix, no Uwajima (local Japanese grocery), and no Japanese restaurants (not that Japanese food outside Japan is anything good). Sayonara. This silliness did work, and my sanity is preserved.
